Things that ring true

                                                      Time Slips Away Only To Gain A Better Grip



The rain makes one think of all the smells and wonders that it brings

It carries with it our memories of all the places we were in the past

The sounds of the drops, the sounds of the wind that bring with it

the backdrop of thoughts of places we think about when we are

now silent, and only stir, when our thoughts get too quiet.



We remember when, and never much the how or why

Maybe at a guard post in some distant foreign land

Perhaps just being next door, with a soaking wet cap on

that makes us think just how vulnerable we are

just as the rain is to what it touches, and seems to

pound down on relentlessly.

Our quest for meaning of these deep intellectual thoughts

of "I think therefore I am", or maybe just how do I get

to this point in life.

We phase out of our reluctance to feel anything but

this moment of smells and wonders

This is our moment of being comtemplative

we tell ourselves.

But what we really see is our thoughts of yesterday

And what of yesterday, when we were out to

save the world from ourselves, to be only what we

can be, in being what we thought was being true

as to being true, we notice our thoughts of are younger

truths really had purpose, but our thoughts are like

feelings, and the rain feels of anticipation

Only to bring us in our random thought of yesterday

Our grip of reality is always like the dampness

that feels cool to the touch, but never a really

far away memory.

As time goes by all those faces and places seem

to intertwine, leaving us only with a racing mind

When it is all said and done

I believe all our reflections are just pieces of

ourselves that are now us.